Page 29 of Not My Friend
“Tell me about Vader,” she said when I returned with water. “I’m dying to know how he slipped past your anti-cat radar.”
I shrugged.
“When I first moved into this house, the entire other side of the block was a vacant lot. Someone had torn down all the old housing but for some reason it took a while for them to rebuild,” I explained. “The lot was full of stray cats and the occasional homeless person. I was walking by one day and Vader came racing out of the lot, stopping in front of me and giving me a pathetic look. I petted him a bit and went on my way. He followed me home and every time I came into or out of my house he was either on the porch or in the driveway. One day he followed my car into the garage and came inside with me. After that, he decided he lives here. He hasn’t gone outside since.”
“I never thought you’d turn into a cat person.”
“Oh I’m not. I’m a Vader person.”
At her curious look I added, “I named him that because he has a tendency to wheeze. The vet says he has asthma.”
When she rolled her lips in trying not to laugh I gently smacked her arm. “Don’t you dare make fun of my baby.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said with mock seriousness.
I slid my hand down her arm to cup her elbow. She set down her water, then pushed me down on the couch, coming down on top of me to give me a long, slow kiss – which was interrupted by another angry hiss. When I turned my head, Vader was staring at us malevolently.
“Uh, how do you feel about going upstairs?”
“Can we close the door?” Gina asked, giving my cat a nervous glance. “I think your cat has taken a dislike to me.”
Grabbing out water, we jogged upstairs, slamming the door behind us and falling on the bed together.
“Your house is great,” she said. “It’s very comfortable.”
I had an image flash through my mind of the two of us living together and resolutely pushed it away. Rolling to my side, I propped my head up on my hand and waited for Gina as she rolled over, mimicking my position.
“You have your serious expression on,” she said, giving me a curious look.
“We talked about moving from friends with benefits to dating…,” I started.
“Changed your mind about sex already?” she teased, reaching out to stroke my hip.
“Let’s make a promise that if things go well with us, if this girlfriend thing works out, we won’t talk about moving in together for at least a year. That will keep us both from moving too fast and repeating our mistake.”
“That makes a lot of sense,” she said. “This is our fresh start, with new Kimberly and New Gina, but I’d like to avoid repeating our past mistakes in our new iteration. It would be way too easy to fall back into old patterns if we move too fast.”
“Great, in that case, let’s celebrate our new relationship status with orgasms.”
She laughed at my corny pronouncement.
I leaned forward to give her a kiss that soon turned hot. Our tongues tangled as we used our hands to partially remove each other’s clothes. I unbuttoned Gina’s shirt, revealing the bra beneath while she shoved my shirt up to my armpits. Then I unsnapped her jeans, sliding my hand inside to cup her pussy over her panties. The crotch was warm and damp, and I made a needy sound deep in my throat as I realized that I affected this woman as much as she affected me.
Suddenly Gina rolled away to kneel on the floor next to the bed.
“Get undressed and bend over the bed like a good girl,” she instructed.
Curious where this was going to go, I complied. Once I was naked, I leaned over the bed, feet on the ground, pressing my belly into the bedspread and turning my head to one side. The position made my ass stick out, and it didn’t take long before Gina was stroking and squeezing my ass cheeks.
“This ass,” she groaned. “It kills me.”
Thwack!
I gasped as she gave me a sharp smack that went right to my clit, then got the other side.
Thwack!
I’d never in my life had someone spank me, and I now realized that it was a huge oversight. It felt incredible. I loved the way that each smack brought heat to my skin, fading to leave behind only pleasure.
